If I could choose my place to die,
it would be there,
my head in the cradle of your shoulder,
bodies entwined,
my hand caressing the soft fur on your chest.
If I could choose my last minute,
it would be there,
your soft whispers of love in my ear
while I breathe you in,
lost in the awe of us.
If I could choose where to take my last breath,
it would be there,
hearts matching rhythms,
eyes mirroring the wonder
of what we'd just shared.
If I could choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The theme of love has been covered since the time of Ovid (who could be a little cynical) . When presented well, as this piece is, it never bores. Whoever this is about is very fortunate to be the recipient of such feelings. Love Denis Joe